Who has made?She is filled in the heartIt seems as if she has come from the city of fairiesShe has flown the flight from the runway of dreamsWhat a tube light she has illuminated in the darkness of heartUski adaon peUske isharon peDil mera gaya gone vone

Tell me your supressed wishes,if I want to sleep in the night, wake me up,trouble me a bit,If I'm angry, cajole me,The rains without the season are on the world of my heart,The fireworks of your light, are there on my sky..Gawahiyaan ye de rahi, yoon meri sau farmaisheinDuhaaiyaan hain de rahi, ye meri sau sifaarishein

A hundred requests of mine are testifying,A hundred recommendations are appealing (as if for justice)..Ho jayega, haanho jayega..

Maximum is a layered sharp and sagacious look at the internecine world of encounter cops

With a kind of brisk business-like immediacy and the least amount of fuss, 'Maximum' takes us into the world of shoot-out killings and the internecine war in Mumbai's police department which threatens to destroy the very institution built to mend the wounds and fissures in the social fabric.

Writer-director Kabeer Kaushik seems to be a born minimalist. His earlier film 'Saher' was also steeped in the khaki colour.In 'Maximum', the world of legally-enforced corruption is created with such a lack of back-projection, history and vocalized subtexts that you often feel the director takes his audience for granted.

This is not the case. Kaushik presumes that we are intelligent enough to enter the murky morally ambivalent world of his characters without being led by the hand.

Naseeruddin Shah, who plays a ruthless encounter cop Arun Inamdar, is introduced to us when a victim lies bleeding in front of the cop. Characteristically the director plunges into the scene of crime when the dark deed is done. We see Inamdar watching the victim bleed to death and then pumping two bullets into the chap to ensure there's no unfinished business here.

This is a world of unmitigated immorality. Bullets are fired not to stop but to merchandise crime. And the lawmakers are shown to be as corrupt as the ones they set out to nab and mend.

Pratap Pandit, as played by Sonu Sood, is a man of a few words, much action. We are not given a chance to know him closely. He shifts gears so often we're often left looking briefly at gaping wounds that can never heal in our socio-political system.The narration assumes a peculiar pace. As guns roar and Daniel George plays out an elegiac evocative background score to underline the senselessness of the violence, we can see the characters' self imposed emptiness in the face of the volatile noise that they've created around their lives. The hollowness hits you in the head more than the heart. And when the emotions seize the plot in a vice-like grip we feel terribly sorry for the characters for the death trap that they've built for one another and finally themselves.

The film opens in 2003 at the height of the encounter killings in Mumbai. Two encounter specialists played by Sonu and Naseer are at loggerheads.

Admirably the director doesn't use the two principal characters to form a central conflict. Kaushik's narration is as ruthless and stripped of humour and other sources of cinematic solace as the world his characters inhabit. A certain amount of familiarity with the world of encounter killings is assumed on the audiences' part. We are expected to understand the subverted value-system of the encounter cops who do their social cleansing and in the process get so embroiled in blood, their hands are soaked in the very blood that they are meant to wash away.

Hence our 'hero' Pratap (based on a real-life encounter specialist) is shown to kill criminals, extort money from builders and businessman and hobnob with the powerful and profance. And yet he returns home to a loving wife (Neha Dhupia) and a daughter. The father-daughter scenes are done with a tremulous tenderness.

Sonu invests immense emotion in these scenes. His performance takes him through several moral dilemmas. Years pass. Sonu's body language expresses the deplorable shift in power equations. Here's a performance that again proves this underrated actor's unimpeachable versatility.

'When you are slipping you either fight back or you keep quiet,' he tells his journalist-friend, played by Amit Sadh. They share keema-paoat an Irani restaurant. As the years pass, earlier the cop paid, later the scribe does. A subtle illustration of a power-shift that says so much about the socio-economic equations of Mumbai.

The journalist's character remains a kind of sutradhar. By the end of the film we really don't know who is in the crime folds for the money and who's there for the power.

'Maximum' is a film that's far more in-charge of its out-of-control sharp-shooting cops than it seems. Yes, there have been any number of films about encounter cops. But this one gets at the underbelly of desolation and isolation of such cops as effectively as Shimit Amin's 'Ab Tak Chappan'.

There are some brilliantly executed shootouts.

A layered sharp and sagacious look at the internecine world of encounter cops, 'Maximum' is a minimum-fuss crime drama where the characters are so austere in their emotions they somehow seem to be constantly shadow-dancing with their conscience.

The performances by Sonu and Naseer Shah propel the plot to a gripping summit. But there isn't enough of Naseer. Vinay Pathak as a Uttar Pradesh politician and Amit as a journalist, both trying to make sense of Mumbai's confounding cosmopolitanism, add considerably to the film's powerful personality.For Sonu 'Maximum' is a new beginning.

A porn star (played by Sunny Leone) is hired by a dashing intelligence officer (Arunoday Singh) to become a ‘Honey-trap’ for a dreaded assassin (Randeep Hooda). In doing so, she not only has to confront her bitter-sweet past, but is also forced to make an impossible choice – one that will put her own life in double jeopardy.

"He has hidden again spreading a tune of flute where has he gone by shooting an arrow I searched for him in Gokul, I searched for him in Mathura haven't left any place he has taken away the conciousness of my mind".

Ram Ramaiya Gaye Ja

Lyrics -

"Ram naam ratate raho jab tak ghat mein pran

Kabhi to deen dayaal ke bhanak padegi kaan ""Keep on enchanting the name Ram till you have breath in your body your voice will sure reach to that merciful someday ."

Raam ramaiya gaaye ja Ram se lagan lagayeja

Ram hi taaren Ram ubaaren Ram naam dohraaye ja "Keep on enchanting Ram Ramaiya, Keep on loving Ram Ram takes you accross this world only Ram brings you out from this ocean of world Keep on repeating the name "Ram"!!!!!!!!!!!".

Subhah yahan to shaam wahan hai

Raam bina aaraam kahan hai

Ram Ramaiya gaye ja jeevan ke sukh paayeja

Ram hi taaren Ram ubaren ram naam dohraaye ja

Bhatkaaye jab bhool bhulaiya

beech bhanwar jab atke naiya

Ram Ramaiya gaaye jaa har uljha suljhayeja

Ram hi taaren Ram ubaren ram naam dohraaye ja

Ram naam bin jaga soya

andhiyaare mein khoya

Ram Ramaiya gaaye ja man ka deep jalaye ja

Ram hi taaren Ram ubaren ram naam dohraaye ja

Bharat Bhai Kapi Se

Lyrics -

Bharat bhai Kapi se urin hum nahi

Lord Ram Returned from exile and is narrating the story of his exile to his brother Bharat ji .He was introducing everyone who helped him in conquering the war and when he went upto Hanumn ji his eyes got wet and he said

Mati Kahe Kumhar Se

"the soil asks the potter what is your status that you crush me a day will come when I will crush you (when you will die). "aayen hain to jayenge raja rank sabhi ek singhashan chadhi chale ek bandhe zanzir "If they have come ,they will go .Either it is the King who sits on the throne or a beggar who is bound from the chain ."

durbal ko na sataiye jaki moti haaye bina jeebh ke haaye ke loha bhasm hoyi jaye"Do not persecute the weak whose curse is so strong, without use of the tounge (means without speaking any wrong word)it burns a strong thing as iron to ashes."chalti chakki dekh ke diya kabira roye do patan ke beech mein sabut bacha na koye"Kabirdas ji says that he cries seeing the moving trademillwhere between the two slabs nothing remained unbroken Sense : He cries to see the the cycle of the time that engulfs everything slowly ."haad jale ju lakadi kesh jale ju ghassab jag jalta dekh ke bhaye kabir udaas"Kabirdas ji says :at the end of life the bone burns like the wood and the hair burns as grass Seeing all world set on fire he gets sad ."kabira khai kot ki paani pive na koye jaayi mile jab gang se to gangotak hoye"Kabirdas ji says that nobody drinks the dirty water of the trench but when it meets to the Ganga then it becomes as pious as the water from Gangotri .Sense: when the human being lives lost in this world it is like the dirty water but as he meets with the God he becomes as pious as ganga ."tulsi tulsi sab kahe tulsi ban ki ghas ho gayi kirpa ram ki to ban gayen tulsidas "Tulsidas ji says :Everyone is speaking tulsi tulsi ,tulsi is the shrub of junglebut as he got the favour of lord Ram , he became Tulsidas."saanch barabar tap nahi jhoot barabar papjake hirdaya sanch hai take hirdaya prabhu "There is no penance as the truth .There is no sin as a lie .Where there is truth , there you resides Oh Lord ."dukh mein sumiran sab karen sukh mein kare na koyi jo sukh mein sumiran kare to dukh "Everyone remembers Lord in sorrow .No body remembers in happiness.Why there remains sorrow when one remembers lord during happiness?"rahiman badan ko dekh ke laghu na dije dari jahan kaam aaye sui kya kare talwaar"Rahim Says dont forget the smaller finding the biggerboth have their own values.What is the use of the sword there where we need a neddle?"rahiman dhaga prem ka na todo chitkaye toote se phir na jude jude to gaanth pad jaaye"Rahim adresses the human saying don't break harshly the thread of loveit could not be joined further and if joins ,a knot appears there ." the best three paras of this song that lures me the most are -Rahim was a a Krishna devotee .He was a great donor .He used to gaze downcast when he donated the charity to anyone.At this his contemporary Tulsidas ji send him a message asking these words- aisi deni den ju, kit sikhe hosain jyu jyu kar uncho karyo tyun tyun niche nain "Sir , where have you learnt from such a type of donationwhere you keep downcasting your gaze while raising your hands to donate?"Then Rahim replies him saying "denhaar koi aur hai bhejat jo din rain log bharam humpar karen taso niche nain" "the donor is someone else who sends all this to me people are confused with me (that donor to be Rahim) so my gaze is downcasted . "Tulsi is sansaar mein sabse miliye dhayina jaane kis roop mein Narayana mil jaayen'Tulsidas ji says rush to meet everyone in this worldbecause it is not known that in which guise you meet the lord Narayana ."This column has a story behind this .It was Tulsidas ji's experience that he wrote something like this .My Sir whom I used to call "materji " because he had taught my uncle and "bua " too and he was so old, narrated the b'ful story behind this column to me .But it is so sad that he is no more .There is nothing to get sad because everyone has to go one day but the main reason to get sad is that he was a very special person .A gold medallist in sanskrit from BHU who met my grandfather when he was facing a financial problem and came to my grandfather's shop to sell that gold medal .My dadaji denied to buy that precious thing and gave him the money as a borrow.I wish to put forth all good things that I have learnt from him to all my readers ..... By the ways lets focus on that story........ :) The story is something like this -Once tulsidas ji went to the jungle in the dawn .He was sitting in the shade of tree .There he heard the voice of a monkey who was supposed to be "Hanuman ji ".He said you love the lord so much ,I can make you meet Him.Tulsidas ji said how ?He said I will be present with you on the bank of river Saryu .Come tomorrow I will let you meet Lord Rama there .He said ok.Both of them reached the river bank .Tulsidas ji took bath there in the river , came outside and made a paste of sandal to apply on forehead .As he was making the paste Hanuman ji indicated him saying something which tulsidas ji described like - "Chitrakoot ke ghat pe bhai santan ki bheed Tulsidas chandan ghisat tilak det raghubeer "Means - At the wharf of CHITRAKOOT ,there is a legion of saints Tulsidas is filing the sandal and He is Raghubeer who is applying the mark on forehead .At this Tulsidas ji recognized his Lord .So he says "Tulsi is sansaar mein sabse miliye dhayina jaane kis roop mein Narayana mil jaayen"

Its time we get everything go rightI feel love that shinning brightI take a chance on youYou take a chance on me girlIts time (Its time)We get everything go rightI feel love that shinning bright (shinning bright)I take a chance on youYou take a chance one me girl(Chance on me girl girl girl..)

What's your wish,(you) destroyed my heart n soul,what's your punishment too,you have make even fidelity infidel,wow, how you separated me from life,where should I keep looking..There where you only are my cover,There, where there is only your search,There, where hope ends on you only.There only begins and ends my life..

What is there beyond knowing that keepscalling to me? I can'tturn in any directionbut it's there. I don't meanthe leaves' grip and shine or even the thrush'ssilk song, but the far-offfires, for example,of the stars, heaven's slowly turningtheater of light, or the windplayful with its breath;or time that's always rushing forward,or standing stillin the same -- what shall I say --moment.What I knowI could put into a packas if it were bread and cheese, and carry iton one shoulder,important and honorable, but so small!While everything else continues, unexplainedand unexplainable. How wonderful it isto follow a thought quietlyto its logical end.I have done this a few times.But mostly I just stand in the dark field,in the middle of the world, breathingin and out. Life so far doesn't have any other namebut breath and light, wind and rain.If there's a temple, I haven't found it yet.I simply go on drifting, in the heaven of the grassand the weeds.

~ Mary Oliverfrom Swan - Poems and Prose Poemswith thanks to love is a place

The heart is beecoming a bit insensitiveRhythm is syning with the heartbeatsToday, neither we will sleep nor let others sleepWhatever is happening in intoxication, we will let that happenFly on the musicRaise the volume

This Second Hand Jawaani lyrics from movie Cocktail, lead rolled by Saif, Deepika and Diana Penty.Directed by Homi Adajania (Creator of Being Cryus fame), the music has been composed by Pritam.Lyrics of Second Hand Jawaani is penned by Amitabh Bhattacharya.

Many Bollywood news channels declared that while shooting of this song Deepika and Diana Penty always making fun with Saif Ali Khan because the lyrics of second hand jawaani describe the real-life situation of Saif. He also enjoyed the time with his cheerful nature.

We're in a hurry, very much hurrywhat if the tea burnt the tongue a little,we'll have the breakfast in the afternoon..every morning, touching the feet of the alarm clock,closing the hearts in tiffin boxes,we run on to the streets..as if yesterday only exams got over n Sonu has called to play on the crossroad..we're in a hurry, because we've dreams in kilograms n no time at all,This distance between dreams and reality,I've seen it from a little closer,it certainly looks a little strange, a little unknown,but it's that line of palm, which can pass through entangled streets n make us reach a lovely destination,these dreams just need some speed,then see how we clear these distances between dreams n reality..very soon, we'll make dreams come true..

Steal fun and steal some happinessSorrow has a big patrolin this world, What's there, why, when, how it is, don't think, shape up your dreamsAdd wings to your dreamsFly it in the skyYou are your own GodWhy do you care for tomorrow, live todayHeart is an open book, read whatever you wantBand, salsa or Bhangda, dance on whichever you likeYour Garba is your Dandiya, live today

Someone came silentlyEntered in the heart slowlyAnd then without permissionStayed in the heart furtivelyI began to misleadIt was fun to live like thisShaping dreams in the winksPlay the saz from breathe

It is stolen, my heart is stolenI don't know when it became yoursOh my friend, what is to live without you!How did it happen? I don't know how it happenedI gambled on loveI did a bit sweet, a bit chilly mistakeThe heart has liked your stylesMy mystery cannot even be opened by eyes.

Piyali Dasgupta, NDTV: 2/5Whose story, make that stories, and to what real end? That is the question that Teri Meri Kahaani leaves the audience with. The answer isn’t even worth looking for ... Complete movie review